Mash-Up Anime World: Adopted by the Sawamura Family

At this moment, an uninvited guest finally arrived, disrupting the tender atmosphere between the young boy and girl.

"Sawamura Akira, y-you… Why do you always do these things in public?!"

Eriri rushed up from behind, lifting her slender leg wrapped in black stockings.

She delivered a sharp kick to the back of Akira's heel.

"My not-cute-at-all little imouto, I see you've even stopped calling me 'Onii-chan' now?"

"My heart aches."

"We've been apart for months."

"I was hoping that my dear little sister, upon seeing me again after so long, would give me a big hug."

"And then sweetly call me 'Onii-chan.'"

Akira clutched his chest, feigning a heartbroken expression.

Under Akira's teasing, Eriri's face immediately turned bright red.

Steam seemed to rise from her head as she stammered and shouted in a tsundere manner:

"P-pervert... Sawamura Akira, you big pervert! Who would ever do that?!"

"Since you won't hug me, I guess I'll just have to hug Mom and Dad instead."

In a flash, Akira moved past the flustered Eriri and lunged toward a tall, dashing British gentleman—Alan Spencer.

The two men exchanged a firm bear hug, communicating all their emotions in that single embrace.

After a few seconds, Akira let go of his father and turned to his petite mother, effortlessly lifting her into the air.

"Mom, I haven't seen you in months… Did you gain weight?"

Akira tilted his head in confusion, adjusting his grip as he held his mother aloft.

"You idiot, Akira!"

"Your first words after reuniting with me are about my weight?!"

"Are you trying to make me angry?!"

Sawamura Sayuri, dressed in a regal purple kimono, turned bright red in anger.

Did this foolish son of hers not know that a woman's weight and age were top-secret information?

With a swift motion, she pulled a delicate paper fan from her sleeve and smacked Akira on the head.

This idiot really knew how to push the wrong buttons!

It was only a few pounds!

And yet, her son had noticed immediately.

"Dad, Mom, let me introduce someone to you."

"This is my new friend—Kashiwazaki Sena."

Akira smoothly took hold of Sena's hand again, formally introducing her to his parents.

"You can just call her Sena."

Sayuri sighed, seeing the dark expression on Kashiwazaki Tenma's face, barely managing to force a smile.

"Akira, when will you ever stop picking up this overly familiar habit from China?"

"Kashiwazaki-san, greetings."

"Sena, it's been a while."

"Aunt Sayuri, hello!"

Although Sena had only met Sayuri once before at an old aristocratic gathering, she still had a vivid impression of the petite yet elegant woman.

"I remember last time I saw you, you were just a child."

"You've grown into such a beautiful young lady. I almost didn't recognize you."

Sayuri looked at Sena, her expression carrying a hint of envy and melancholy.

"Unlike my daughter… who will probably end up just like me."

Eriri, hearing this, finally noticed Sena's figure.

She instantly felt defeated.

How… how could she be that big?

Sena was her age!

Why was she still built like a middle schooler?!

This crushing realization left Eriri completely dejected.

"Spencer-san, Lady Sawamura, it's been a long time."

"Years have passed, yet your beauty remains unchanged."

"Countless noblewomen in Tokyo must envy the way time has seemingly ignored you."

Sayuri elegantly hid her smile behind her folding fan.

"Mom, you and Uncle Tenma know each other?"

"We're from the same social circles. The Sawamura and Kashiwazaki families are both noble houses in Japan."

"But under Tenma's leadership, the Kashiwazaki family has far surpassed ours."

"Lady Sawamura, your eldest son is truly outstanding."

Tenma forced himself to compliment Akira through gritted teeth.

The implication was clear—"Can you take this kid away already?"

"Thank you for the praise. This child has always been too familiar with everyone."

Sayuri sighed as she noticed Sena standing behind Akira, blushing like a shy bride.

This was just after meeting for the first time.

Sayuri truly admired her son's ability to attract women.

He had been like this since childhood, and clearly, nothing had changed.

At this rate, would she soon be expecting a grandchild?

Sena, could you slow down a bit?

Eriri, if you could be even a tenth as bold as Sena, I wouldn't have to worry.

Sensing Tenma's rising displeasure, Sayuri swiftly stepped in to mediate.

"Eriri, Akira, exchange contact information with Sena."

"Stay in touch."

"We're heading home now."

"Your father has an important announcement to make."

Then, as if delivering the final blow, Sayuri added:

"Oh, by the way, Eriri—Sena, just like you, is also half-British."

Eriri felt like a knife had just stabbed her heart.

Same mixed heritage.

Same golden hair.

Same British ancestry.

Same eye color.

Yet Sena's figure was ridiculously mature!

Eriri screamed internally.

Why is life so unfair?!

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